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Yass, to Dr. Sal.

Posted to Action Poetry

Smoky air, smoky translations of word and soul to music's swell,
each statement of the horns, and stellar drum tap brush, and bang...
roadsouls, beatsouls, wordmakers everywhere
swirl endlessly in spinning, spinning spinning laughter..

Sal, thank you man..
IT is, and always shall be.